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The Pleasure Principle (Seventeen/?)
Title: The Pleasure Principle (Seventeen/?)
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
millionstar
Pairing: Belldom, AU
Rating: NC 17 overall, to be safe
Warnings: This part: language.
Summary: Our boys are porn stars. Wait, why are you laughing?
Feedback: Makes me happier than Dominic in a shop full of sparkly belts.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, no offense intended, this never happened, and no money is being made. 'Tis fiction, after all. Silver Star Studios and its inhabitants, however, are all mine. Eternal thanks todolce_piccante, frolicandfall and myz_bee for their beta skills, feedback and general badass-ness. ;-)
Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve | Thirteen | Fourteen-a | Fourteen-b | Fifteen | Sixteen
The scene before me is surreal.
There's nothing like watching a house full of gay porn stars dancing to Cyndi Lauper. Trust me on this one.
The mansion tonight is completely mad, in one room people are grooving beneath a glitterball to "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun". A few steps away is the dining hall, full of people stuffing their faces with tonight's main courses, which, according to the invitation are an orange-almond tilapia and, my personal preference, a fettuccine alfredo with blackened chicken. We haven't eaten, and so we duck in for a quick bite. It's then that I learn that Dominic's mobile ringtone is actually the same song. I choke on a mouthful of wine, Dominic affronted at my giggles.
"Laugh all you want, but that woman has an amazing vocal range!" he argues. "What's your ringtone?"
Shit.
"Ah, well, erm..."
Dominic grins. "Oooh, is it that embarrassing?"
"It's birds singing," I reply quietly. "It's not flashy or anything, but I like it, it reminds me of my grandmother." I don't know what I expected his reaction to be, but I was surprised to see him nod to himself with a smile at my response before turning back to his meal.
"That's just lovely."
The thought enters my mind automatically. She was lovely, too.
Once we've eaten and mingled for a while more with some of the Silver Star regulars we find ourselves in the sunroom and it's here that things get even more interesting.
At least twenty men are crowded around a table, their eager eyes peering into the crotch of the ice sculpture. Dominic had explained to me as we made our way back to the mansion that there was now a considerable amount of cash to be won, if, that is, you guessed correctly how long it would take the cock made of ice to melt.
Or snap off.
The mere thought of that makes me cross my legs, actually. I mean, can you imagine?
Wait. Where the hell was I?
Oh, yeah, Ice Dicks of Doom. Hmm, sounds like a good title for a film. Okay, maybe not.
Dominic and I are standing at the edge of the crowd and every now and then he glances at me, shooting me a sly smile. As much as I love being here with him, I have to admit that a small part of me still has David on my mind. I would love to be able to turn my overactive brain off, especially tonight, but I can't seem to. I'm having trouble reconciling the things that are swimming around in my mind.
I want David to be okay.
I want to be able to know I can rely on Mort.
I want answers.
I want to pull Dominic into one of the many lavish, unoccupied rooms around us. I want to push him against one of the walls and sink to my knees so I can... no. It's more than that, I want to get to know the man Dominic is, to learn what he wants from life.
"Matthew?"
I shiver visibly, looking now into concerned grey eyes. He reaches out to me, his hand grasping my waist possessively.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah. I zoned out there for a bit, didn't I?" I chuckle, leaning into his touch. "Sorry, I'm just a little tired."
"You want to get out of here? Go back to my place for a while, maybe?" His hand squeezes my waist lightly before releasing it.
Go back to his place? My mouth goes dry at that particular prospect and part of me wants to just get out of here. Honestly, though, seeing the way Dominic's been enjoying himself tonight makes me reluctant to drag him away just yet. I'm enjoying watching as he interacts with everyone else.
"I'd like that," I smile, "but not just yet. Let's stay a while longer?"
A massive shout emanates from the center of the room and, of all people, Lou stands up on the table next to the melting man, slapping its arse for good measure, the crowd cheering him on. I can't help but laugh at him, his blond wig is crooked, as well as his fake breasts, but he doesn't seem to mind.
"Okay, my naughty babies! Who had," he glances at the piece of paper in his hand, "thirty-eight minutes? There's no name, just a drawing of a little," he squints, "kitty cat! Oh, that's adorable!"
"Oh God," Dominic mutters, his face turning bright red. I poke him in the chest, grinning widely.
"Aww, did you do that? Is it Boots?"
"Shut up," he hisses. "Just let it go, I'm not going up there in front of everyone."
"Yes you are." I raise my hand and jump up and down. "Hey, Lou! That's Dominic's!"
Lou grins and shakes his pom-poms as the crowd claps and cheers. "Aha, there's our winner! Dominic! Get your fine self up here, sweetcheeks!"
"I ought to spank you with your feather duster for that, you know," he warns as he walks relcutantly to collect his prize, Tom slapping him on the back with a crooked smile.
It takes a while, though, seeing as how Lou is now performing random cheers for the crowd, Dominic and Tom positively cackling at the cheerleader's efforts. I excuse myself to grab a drink from the bar and am surprised to see that Carson has followed me.
"He's so nice," he mumbles, sitting down on one of the barstools. He crosses his legs and smooths his kilt carefully.
"Aww, thank you, gorgeous," I wink, Carson giving me the finger in response.
"Seriously, though. Dominic's just... so polite and lovely. I really like him, Matt. And," he says carefully, putting his hand on my shoulder, "I can see why you do too."
"Yeah," I mutter, smiling to myself. "Thanks for looking out for him earlier. I owe you."
"No you don't, silly. Oh! Well, actually, there is one thing," Carson admits.
"Name it."
"There are these stains on my carpet that I just can't seem to get out!" His eyes widen dramatically and I can't help but giggle as he continues his little performance. "I've tried everything! Tell me, just how much does a high class French whor-"
"Oi! Easy, tiger," I warn him, punching him playfully, both of us laughing.
"Pardonnez-moi! High class French Maid, I mean, charge for her expert services?"
"I'm sorry, sir," a voice smoothly says over my shoulder, "she's not for public hire." I turn and am greeted with the sight of Dominic nodding his head seriously, Carson laughing even harder.
"Understood, sir." He salutes Dominic as he walks away, the blond giggling. I turn to him.
"Not for public hire, eh?"
He bites his lip, shaking his head. "Nope. You're spoken for." He reaches out as if to muss my hair or caress my face but he seems to remember where he is suddenly and he flushes slightly.
"Let's get out of here, yeah?"
I nod, taking him by the hand, stealing a quick glance at those tight shorts again. Once I've perved over Dominic for the millionth time tonight I notice Carson and Tom snogging in the corner of the room, but I don't think they'll be too hurt if we don't tell them good night. Lou and Mort are talking, arms around each other, in the foyer as we walk by. When we approach Mort pulls away from Lou and glances downward.
Dominic merely smiles and waves in their direction. "Thanks for a fantastic time," he says cheerfully. Lou waves to him happily and tells him to come back any time he wants.
"I'll wait for you outside," the angel says softly, pretending that Mort doesn't even exist, despite the fact that he's standing a couple feet away from him. Once he's gone Lou looks at me carefully, then at Mort, then back at me again.
"What's this, now?"
When he gets no response Lou tries again, in a softer, more serious tone.
"Boys?"
Mort picks Killer up and lingers in the doorway that leads back into the mansion without speaking or looking at us. I lean in to kiss Lou on the cheek, and am sad to see his face is full of worry.
"Talk soon, Lou."
"Wait. What's going on, Matthew?"
"I don't know," I answer honestly.
He's still calling my name as I walk out the front door into the night.
The car ride to Dominic's flat is unusually quiet. I'm not sure what Dominic's thinking about, but as I park in the garage of his building I find myself wondering just what is about to happen tonight. I shouldn't be so giddy at the prospect of going back to his place so late at night. I shouldn't be lingering in the stairwell simply because I like the way he's holding my hand to help me navigate the steps so I don't fall. And I really shouldn't be shaking with nerves right now as I stand with him in his dimly lit den.
"This was a good night," I whisper, scratching the back of my head.
"Yeah, it was."
"I should g-"
"Don't go," he says suddenly, reaching out for my hand. With his free hand he removes his halo and shakes his hair, mussing it gorgeously. "Please."
A meow from the floor alerts me to Boot's presence, and I smile at her.
"See? Boots wants you to stay too."
"This getup is killing me."
"I can give you something to change into if you like?"
"Um, well, I have a change of clothes in my car," I admit.
What? Yes, I was hopeful.
"I'll just go-"
"No, I'll go for you, your feet must be killing you! Just sit down and relax." Dominic grabs my keys from his table and sprints out the door, leaving me alone with Boots. She rubs up against my stocking-clad leg and purrs happily.
"Hello, sweet girl," I whisper, kneeling down to pet her, but just as I do she darts away to the other side of the room, peeking out at me from behind the couch.
"Play nice! I won't hurt you, love!"
It's no use; Boots disappears deeper into the flat. I sigh and walk down the hall in search of the bathroom, flipping the light on and staring at myself in the mirror. Slowly, a huge grin spreads across my face.
I'm really here.
He wants me to be here.
Relax, calm down.
"Matthew?"
"In here," I call out. Dominic brings me my bag, sitting it on the sink before walking behind me to stare at our reflections together. When I spy him he smiles at me it's all I can do to stop myself from turning around, taking him in my arms, and kissing him for a few hours. I simply return his gaze evenly and in that moment it hits me just how much we seem to compliment each other, blond and brunet, golden and pale... it just seems right on so many levels.
I float back to Earth as I remove the gloves and bonnet, but when I move to untie the ribbon from around my neck he protests.
"No! Leave it," he whispers, "please?"
Before I can reply he's gone so I can change in private. I'm wishing now that I'd packed something a little nicer than a black t shirt and jeans, but this will have to do. After changing and freshening up a bit I turn out the light and head back to his den.
Dominic's changed as well; gone is the angel outfit, now he's shrugged into a pair of black jeans and a silver shirt that hangs off his shoulders perfectly. He's standing at his window, looking out at the city lights, the glow of said lights casting a gorgeous shadow against his body. Suddenly it all catches up with me, my argument with Mort, my encounter with David, and the prospect that whatever is going on around here could hurt Lou. I was all set to ask Dominic about Mort after we left the party but there's something else I want first.
I'm so tired of merely dreaming about what I want when it's right here in front of me.
I take a deep breath and walk to him, slowly enveloping him from behind. I hold my breath as I wait for his reaction to my boldness, and thankfully he merely sighs sweetly and rests his body against mine. The shirt he's wearing is thin, and I can feel beneath my fingertips just how warm his stomach is as I caress it.
"You were right," he sighs shakily.
"Of course I was." Dominic chuckles. "About what?" I rest my chin on his shoulder, the scent of his hair so intoxicating that it makes my heartbeat speed up.
"I did have a good time tonight."
"I'm glad," I say honestly.
"You have some amazing friends."
I turn him so he's facing me, and brush the hair back from his eyes. "And now, you do too."
"I'm not used to that. It's nice, isn't it?" He pulls me closer suddenly. "This is nicer, though," he whispers, his hands around my waist.
When he leans in and sweetly pecks the white ribbon around my neck I gasp, partly because it feels so good, and partly because I wasn't expecting it.
Dominic jerks his head up, his eyes wide. "Oh. I'm sorry, I-"
"Shhh," I protest. I cup his face with my hands before turning my head to the side, exposing my neck even more. "Don't stop?" As he leans in and presses his lips to my throat again I shiver, walking backwards, leading him to the couch. I sit down and put my arms out to him, grasping one of his hands, coaxing him to sit with me.
"Please?"
He hesitates for a moment, seemingly frozen to the spot.
"Please let me hold you," I whisper. "I've wanted to for so long."
I recline against the couch and when he smiles shyly and sits down next to me I want to scream I'm so happy.
"Please, Dominic."
He scoots closer and suddenly he's in my arms, and judging by the way his heart is hammering it would seem that this feels as amazing to him as it does to me right now. Dominic lifts his head and moves up my body to resume kissing my neck. When he does I gasp again and arch my back, my arms holding him tightly, one hand stroking the skin of his lower back softly.
"Ohh," he whispers against my skin, his breath warm and moist against me. "You feel so good."
He raises his head to look at me and when blue and grey eyes meet my hands abandon his back to cup his face and pull him close. I lean in and close my eyes...
...and end up kissing him on the cheek. My eyes fly open to see a blushing Dominic smiling at me.
"Ah. Sorry?"
I lean in again, intent on finally tasting him, but at the last second he turns his head.
I shake my head with a soft smile and try again but my lips meet the corner of his mouth for the third time instead of their intended destination.
"There it is again. Why do you do that?"
"What?" he replies quietly, though he knows precisely what I'm referring to.
"Why won't you let me kiss you properly?"
He swallows tightly, flushing a little. "Are you angry with me?"
"No! Of course not," I reassure him, brushing the hair from his eyes.
"I'm just a little nervous. It-it's just been a long time since I've done this," he admits, his eyes studying my face intently.
"Done what?"
"This. You know," he smiles. "Tried to cultivate a relationship."
Cultivate?
Did he swallow a dictionary?
Also, did he just say relationship?
"You're fascinating, you know," I proclaim, poking him playfully in the shoulder. He flushes again, much to my delight.
"In a good way or a bad way?" he asks, resting his head on my chest. He sighs when I wrap my arms around him tightly, placing a quick kiss to the top of his head.
"I've sucked your cock, Dominic," we both giggle at my proclamation, "yet you're too shy to kiss me. That, my friend, is the textbook definition of fascinating."
He raises his head to look me in the eye. "But that's different. That's work, you know? It's important to be able to separate the two."
"You're quite good at that, keeping them separate. I mean, don't take this the wrong way, but the way you are with me here, it's... nice. And unexpected."
He scoots further up my body, and my eyes fall shut as he rests his cheek against mine. When he speaks again it's in a hopeful whisper that dances across my ear deliciously.
"But you like it, right?"
"Very much," I reply in kind.
"I'm afraid to kiss you," he admits suddenly.
"Why?" I chuckle.
He raises his head again, stroking one of my cheekbones with a fingertip. His eyes are crystal clear tonight, a transluscent, vivid grey. Our lips are mere inches apart now; I wish you could see how full and tempting they look. If he doesn't back off I'm not going to be able to control myself much longer.
He leans in even closer, licking his lips, our breaths mingling.
"I'm afraid I won't ever want to stop."
Our eyes close.
Soft lips finally meet my own.
Oh God.
My heart skips a beat.
It's the kind of moment that I wish I could tuck away in a little leopard print box and keep forever.
His kiss is slow and exploratory at first, his lips repeatedly meeting my own with a sigh. I return his kisses in kind, my hands caressing his neck. Being kissed by him feels so good that when he releases me unexpectedly it's quite a shock to my system.
He's looking at me anxiously, biting his lip. "Is this okay?" he whispers.
Is he asking me for permission to keep kissing me? I smile widely and I nod, my eyes never leaving the sight of that gorgeous lower lip snagged between his teeth. He seems relieved with my reaction and makes himself comfortable before leaning in to kiss me again with the same sweetness as before. But this time, he pauses.
"Wait." He cocks his head to one side and traces the outline of the ribbon that is still wrapped around my throat with one fingertip. "Lean up a bit."
I do as he asks, and he slowly, dare I say reverently, unties it, letting it float to the floor once he's removed it. He smiles.
"I wanted to do that all night long," he admits, easing me back down to the couch. I stare into his eyes, completely and totally under his thrall until finally he leans in again for another kiss. When he opens his mouth slightly, his soft tongue emerging to lap at my bottom lip, I moan and wrap my arms around his back. Cheekily, I let one hand drift down his body and snake beneath his shirt to caress the skin at the base of his spine, as I did earlier.
It suddenly occurs to me that he feels soft, like silk, and that he tastes sweet, like vanilla.
"Matthew," he breathes into my mouth.
The sound of my name on his lips is utterly gorgeous. I can't help but wonder how it would sound if he were to speak it while I were riding him.
Stop that.
He seems almost, dare I say, shy while he's kissing me like this. It reminds me of nervous teenagers making out for the first time, because a stray excited giggle will leave his lips now and then; it's that fucking adorable. I shiver as his lips leave my own to kiss a trail to my ear. I'm greedy now that I've finally tasted him, though, so I shoot him a sly pout and bring his face back to mine. He giggles again for a beat before I kiss him again, hungrily this time. We break for air after a few minutes and are both aware that something has shifted between us. There's an electricity present that wasn't there just a few minutes ago, and when he slides across my body to straighten his clothes our groins make contact for a moment.
We stare at each other, our breaths becoming more labored by the second.
Now it's his turn to sit up. He turns to put one of the pillows behind his head before he leans back, making himself comfortable. The sight of him holding his arms out to me is something that takes my breath away. I'm more than happy to oblige him, and as I rest here with him now, with his arms around me this tightly, I smile to myself. The feel of his heart beating against my ear is mesmerizing. I let my eyes fall shut when he takes one of my hands and presses his lips to it.
"Can we take it slow, Matthew?" he whispers. "I want to do this right."
When I look into his eyes my breath hitches in my throat. They're still shining, and my heart is still pounding.
"I'd like that," I reply without hesitation. I lean up for one more sweet kiss, then rest my head on his chest again.
He's still holding my hand tightly as I fall asleep in his arms.
Author:
millionstar Pairing: Belldom, AU
Rating: NC 17 overall, to be safe
Warnings: This part: language.
Summary: Our boys are porn stars. Wait, why are you laughing?
Feedback: Makes me happier than Dominic in a shop full of sparkly belts.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, no offense intended, this never happened, and no money is being made. 'Tis fiction, after all. Silver Star Studios and its inhabitants, however, are all mine. Eternal thanks to
dolce_piccante, frolicandfall and myz_bee for their beta skills, feedback and general badass-ness. ;-) Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve | Thirteen | Fourteen-a | Fourteen-b | Fifteen | Sixteen
The scene before me is surreal.
There's nothing like watching a house full of gay porn stars dancing to Cyndi Lauper. Trust me on this one.
The mansion tonight is completely mad, in one room people are grooving beneath a glitterball to "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun". A few steps away is the dining hall, full of people stuffing their faces with tonight's main courses, which, according to the invitation are an orange-almond tilapia and, my personal preference, a fettuccine alfredo with blackened chicken. We haven't eaten, and so we duck in for a quick bite. It's then that I learn that Dominic's mobile ringtone is actually the same song. I choke on a mouthful of wine, Dominic affronted at my giggles.
"Laugh all you want, but that woman has an amazing vocal range!" he argues. "What's your ringtone?"
Shit.
"Ah, well, erm..."
Dominic grins. "Oooh, is it that embarrassing?"
"It's birds singing," I reply quietly. "It's not flashy or anything, but I like it, it reminds me of my grandmother." I don't know what I expected his reaction to be, but I was surprised to see him nod to himself with a smile at my response before turning back to his meal.
"That's just lovely."
The thought enters my mind automatically. She was lovely, too.
Once we've eaten and mingled for a while more with some of the Silver Star regulars we find ourselves in the sunroom and it's here that things get even more interesting.
At least twenty men are crowded around a table, their eager eyes peering into the crotch of the ice sculpture. Dominic had explained to me as we made our way back to the mansion that there was now a considerable amount of cash to be won, if, that is, you guessed correctly how long it would take the cock made of ice to melt.
Or snap off.
The mere thought of that makes me cross my legs, actually. I mean, can you imagine?
Wait. Where the hell was I?
Oh, yeah, Ice Dicks of Doom. Hmm, sounds like a good title for a film. Okay, maybe not.
Dominic and I are standing at the edge of the crowd and every now and then he glances at me, shooting me a sly smile. As much as I love being here with him, I have to admit that a small part of me still has David on my mind. I would love to be able to turn my overactive brain off, especially tonight, but I can't seem to. I'm having trouble reconciling the things that are swimming around in my mind.
I want David to be okay.
I want to be able to know I can rely on Mort.
I want answers.
I want to pull Dominic into one of the many lavish, unoccupied rooms around us. I want to push him against one of the walls and sink to my knees so I can... no. It's more than that, I want to get to know the man Dominic is, to learn what he wants from life.
"Matthew?"
I shiver visibly, looking now into concerned grey eyes. He reaches out to me, his hand grasping my waist possessively.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah. I zoned out there for a bit, didn't I?" I chuckle, leaning into his touch. "Sorry, I'm just a little tired."
"You want to get out of here? Go back to my place for a while, maybe?" His hand squeezes my waist lightly before releasing it.
Go back to his place? My mouth goes dry at that particular prospect and part of me wants to just get out of here. Honestly, though, seeing the way Dominic's been enjoying himself tonight makes me reluctant to drag him away just yet. I'm enjoying watching as he interacts with everyone else.
"I'd like that," I smile, "but not just yet. Let's stay a while longer?"
A massive shout emanates from the center of the room and, of all people, Lou stands up on the table next to the melting man, slapping its arse for good measure, the crowd cheering him on. I can't help but laugh at him, his blond wig is crooked, as well as his fake breasts, but he doesn't seem to mind.
"Okay, my naughty babies! Who had," he glances at the piece of paper in his hand, "thirty-eight minutes? There's no name, just a drawing of a little," he squints, "kitty cat! Oh, that's adorable!"
"Oh God," Dominic mutters, his face turning bright red. I poke him in the chest, grinning widely.
"Aww, did you do that? Is it Boots?"
"Shut up," he hisses. "Just let it go, I'm not going up there in front of everyone."
"Yes you are." I raise my hand and jump up and down. "Hey, Lou! That's Dominic's!"
Lou grins and shakes his pom-poms as the crowd claps and cheers. "Aha, there's our winner! Dominic! Get your fine self up here, sweetcheeks!"
"I ought to spank you with your feather duster for that, you know," he warns as he walks relcutantly to collect his prize, Tom slapping him on the back with a crooked smile.
It takes a while, though, seeing as how Lou is now performing random cheers for the crowd, Dominic and Tom positively cackling at the cheerleader's efforts. I excuse myself to grab a drink from the bar and am surprised to see that Carson has followed me.
"He's so nice," he mumbles, sitting down on one of the barstools. He crosses his legs and smooths his kilt carefully.
"Aww, thank you, gorgeous," I wink, Carson giving me the finger in response.
"Seriously, though. Dominic's just... so polite and lovely. I really like him, Matt. And," he says carefully, putting his hand on my shoulder, "I can see why you do too."
"Yeah," I mutter, smiling to myself. "Thanks for looking out for him earlier. I owe you."
"No you don't, silly. Oh! Well, actually, there is one thing," Carson admits.
"Name it."
"There are these stains on my carpet that I just can't seem to get out!" His eyes widen dramatically and I can't help but giggle as he continues his little performance. "I've tried everything! Tell me, just how much does a high class French whor-"
"Oi! Easy, tiger," I warn him, punching him playfully, both of us laughing.
"Pardonnez-moi! High class French Maid, I mean, charge for her expert services?"
"I'm sorry, sir," a voice smoothly says over my shoulder, "she's not for public hire." I turn and am greeted with the sight of Dominic nodding his head seriously, Carson laughing even harder.
"Understood, sir." He salutes Dominic as he walks away, the blond giggling. I turn to him.
"Not for public hire, eh?"
He bites his lip, shaking his head. "Nope. You're spoken for." He reaches out as if to muss my hair or caress my face but he seems to remember where he is suddenly and he flushes slightly.
"Let's get out of here, yeah?"
I nod, taking him by the hand, stealing a quick glance at those tight shorts again. Once I've perved over Dominic for the millionth time tonight I notice Carson and Tom snogging in the corner of the room, but I don't think they'll be too hurt if we don't tell them good night. Lou and Mort are talking, arms around each other, in the foyer as we walk by. When we approach Mort pulls away from Lou and glances downward.
Dominic merely smiles and waves in their direction. "Thanks for a fantastic time," he says cheerfully. Lou waves to him happily and tells him to come back any time he wants.
"I'll wait for you outside," the angel says softly, pretending that Mort doesn't even exist, despite the fact that he's standing a couple feet away from him. Once he's gone Lou looks at me carefully, then at Mort, then back at me again.
"What's this, now?"
When he gets no response Lou tries again, in a softer, more serious tone.
"Boys?"
Mort picks Killer up and lingers in the doorway that leads back into the mansion without speaking or looking at us. I lean in to kiss Lou on the cheek, and am sad to see his face is full of worry.
"Talk soon, Lou."
"Wait. What's going on, Matthew?"
"I don't know," I answer honestly.
He's still calling my name as I walk out the front door into the night.
The car ride to Dominic's flat is unusually quiet. I'm not sure what Dominic's thinking about, but as I park in the garage of his building I find myself wondering just what is about to happen tonight. I shouldn't be so giddy at the prospect of going back to his place so late at night. I shouldn't be lingering in the stairwell simply because I like the way he's holding my hand to help me navigate the steps so I don't fall. And I really shouldn't be shaking with nerves right now as I stand with him in his dimly lit den.
"This was a good night," I whisper, scratching the back of my head.
"Yeah, it was."
"I should g-"
"Don't go," he says suddenly, reaching out for my hand. With his free hand he removes his halo and shakes his hair, mussing it gorgeously. "Please."
A meow from the floor alerts me to Boot's presence, and I smile at her.
"See? Boots wants you to stay too."
"This getup is killing me."
"I can give you something to change into if you like?"
"Um, well, I have a change of clothes in my car," I admit.
What? Yes, I was hopeful.
"I'll just go-"
"No, I'll go for you, your feet must be killing you! Just sit down and relax." Dominic grabs my keys from his table and sprints out the door, leaving me alone with Boots. She rubs up against my stocking-clad leg and purrs happily.
"Hello, sweet girl," I whisper, kneeling down to pet her, but just as I do she darts away to the other side of the room, peeking out at me from behind the couch.
"Play nice! I won't hurt you, love!"
It's no use; Boots disappears deeper into the flat. I sigh and walk down the hall in search of the bathroom, flipping the light on and staring at myself in the mirror. Slowly, a huge grin spreads across my face.
I'm really here.
He wants me to be here.
Relax, calm down.
"Matthew?"
"In here," I call out. Dominic brings me my bag, sitting it on the sink before walking behind me to stare at our reflections together. When I spy him he smiles at me it's all I can do to stop myself from turning around, taking him in my arms, and kissing him for a few hours. I simply return his gaze evenly and in that moment it hits me just how much we seem to compliment each other, blond and brunet, golden and pale... it just seems right on so many levels.
I float back to Earth as I remove the gloves and bonnet, but when I move to untie the ribbon from around my neck he protests.
"No! Leave it," he whispers, "please?"
Before I can reply he's gone so I can change in private. I'm wishing now that I'd packed something a little nicer than a black t shirt and jeans, but this will have to do. After changing and freshening up a bit I turn out the light and head back to his den.
Dominic's changed as well; gone is the angel outfit, now he's shrugged into a pair of black jeans and a silver shirt that hangs off his shoulders perfectly. He's standing at his window, looking out at the city lights, the glow of said lights casting a gorgeous shadow against his body. Suddenly it all catches up with me, my argument with Mort, my encounter with David, and the prospect that whatever is going on around here could hurt Lou. I was all set to ask Dominic about Mort after we left the party but there's something else I want first.
I'm so tired of merely dreaming about what I want when it's right here in front of me.
I take a deep breath and walk to him, slowly enveloping him from behind. I hold my breath as I wait for his reaction to my boldness, and thankfully he merely sighs sweetly and rests his body against mine. The shirt he's wearing is thin, and I can feel beneath my fingertips just how warm his stomach is as I caress it.
"You were right," he sighs shakily.
"Of course I was." Dominic chuckles. "About what?" I rest my chin on his shoulder, the scent of his hair so intoxicating that it makes my heartbeat speed up.
"I did have a good time tonight."
"I'm glad," I say honestly.
"You have some amazing friends."
I turn him so he's facing me, and brush the hair back from his eyes. "And now, you do too."
"I'm not used to that. It's nice, isn't it?" He pulls me closer suddenly. "This is nicer, though," he whispers, his hands around my waist.
When he leans in and sweetly pecks the white ribbon around my neck I gasp, partly because it feels so good, and partly because I wasn't expecting it.
Dominic jerks his head up, his eyes wide. "Oh. I'm sorry, I-"
"Shhh," I protest. I cup his face with my hands before turning my head to the side, exposing my neck even more. "Don't stop?" As he leans in and presses his lips to my throat again I shiver, walking backwards, leading him to the couch. I sit down and put my arms out to him, grasping one of his hands, coaxing him to sit with me.
"Please?"
He hesitates for a moment, seemingly frozen to the spot.
"Please let me hold you," I whisper. "I've wanted to for so long."
I recline against the couch and when he smiles shyly and sits down next to me I want to scream I'm so happy.
"Please, Dominic."
He scoots closer and suddenly he's in my arms, and judging by the way his heart is hammering it would seem that this feels as amazing to him as it does to me right now. Dominic lifts his head and moves up my body to resume kissing my neck. When he does I gasp again and arch my back, my arms holding him tightly, one hand stroking the skin of his lower back softly.
"Ohh," he whispers against my skin, his breath warm and moist against me. "You feel so good."
He raises his head to look at me and when blue and grey eyes meet my hands abandon his back to cup his face and pull him close. I lean in and close my eyes...
...and end up kissing him on the cheek. My eyes fly open to see a blushing Dominic smiling at me.
"Ah. Sorry?"
I lean in again, intent on finally tasting him, but at the last second he turns his head.
I shake my head with a soft smile and try again but my lips meet the corner of his mouth for the third time instead of their intended destination.
"There it is again. Why do you do that?"
"What?" he replies quietly, though he knows precisely what I'm referring to.
"Why won't you let me kiss you properly?"
He swallows tightly, flushing a little. "Are you angry with me?"
"No! Of course not," I reassure him, brushing the hair from his eyes.
"I'm just a little nervous. It-it's just been a long time since I've done this," he admits, his eyes studying my face intently.
"Done what?"
"This. You know," he smiles. "Tried to cultivate a relationship."
Cultivate?
Did he swallow a dictionary?
Also, did he just say relationship?
"You're fascinating, you know," I proclaim, poking him playfully in the shoulder. He flushes again, much to my delight.
"In a good way or a bad way?" he asks, resting his head on my chest. He sighs when I wrap my arms around him tightly, placing a quick kiss to the top of his head.
"I've sucked your cock, Dominic," we both giggle at my proclamation, "yet you're too shy to kiss me. That, my friend, is the textbook definition of fascinating."
He raises his head to look me in the eye. "But that's different. That's work, you know? It's important to be able to separate the two."
"You're quite good at that, keeping them separate. I mean, don't take this the wrong way, but the way you are with me here, it's... nice. And unexpected."
He scoots further up my body, and my eyes fall shut as he rests his cheek against mine. When he speaks again it's in a hopeful whisper that dances across my ear deliciously.
"But you like it, right?"
"Very much," I reply in kind.
"I'm afraid to kiss you," he admits suddenly.
"Why?" I chuckle.
He raises his head again, stroking one of my cheekbones with a fingertip. His eyes are crystal clear tonight, a transluscent, vivid grey. Our lips are mere inches apart now; I wish you could see how full and tempting they look. If he doesn't back off I'm not going to be able to control myself much longer.
He leans in even closer, licking his lips, our breaths mingling.
"I'm afraid I won't ever want to stop."
Our eyes close.
Soft lips finally meet my own.
Oh God.
My heart skips a beat.
It's the kind of moment that I wish I could tuck away in a little leopard print box and keep forever.
His kiss is slow and exploratory at first, his lips repeatedly meeting my own with a sigh. I return his kisses in kind, my hands caressing his neck. Being kissed by him feels so good that when he releases me unexpectedly it's quite a shock to my system.
He's looking at me anxiously, biting his lip. "Is this okay?" he whispers.
Is he asking me for permission to keep kissing me? I smile widely and I nod, my eyes never leaving the sight of that gorgeous lower lip snagged between his teeth. He seems relieved with my reaction and makes himself comfortable before leaning in to kiss me again with the same sweetness as before. But this time, he pauses.
"Wait." He cocks his head to one side and traces the outline of the ribbon that is still wrapped around my throat with one fingertip. "Lean up a bit."
I do as he asks, and he slowly, dare I say reverently, unties it, letting it float to the floor once he's removed it. He smiles.
"I wanted to do that all night long," he admits, easing me back down to the couch. I stare into his eyes, completely and totally under his thrall until finally he leans in again for another kiss. When he opens his mouth slightly, his soft tongue emerging to lap at my bottom lip, I moan and wrap my arms around his back. Cheekily, I let one hand drift down his body and snake beneath his shirt to caress the skin at the base of his spine, as I did earlier.
It suddenly occurs to me that he feels soft, like silk, and that he tastes sweet, like vanilla.
"Matthew," he breathes into my mouth.
The sound of my name on his lips is utterly gorgeous. I can't help but wonder how it would sound if he were to speak it while I were riding him.
Stop that.
He seems almost, dare I say, shy while he's kissing me like this. It reminds me of nervous teenagers making out for the first time, because a stray excited giggle will leave his lips now and then; it's that fucking adorable. I shiver as his lips leave my own to kiss a trail to my ear. I'm greedy now that I've finally tasted him, though, so I shoot him a sly pout and bring his face back to mine. He giggles again for a beat before I kiss him again, hungrily this time. We break for air after a few minutes and are both aware that something has shifted between us. There's an electricity present that wasn't there just a few minutes ago, and when he slides across my body to straighten his clothes our groins make contact for a moment.
We stare at each other, our breaths becoming more labored by the second.
Now it's his turn to sit up. He turns to put one of the pillows behind his head before he leans back, making himself comfortable. The sight of him holding his arms out to me is something that takes my breath away. I'm more than happy to oblige him, and as I rest here with him now, with his arms around me this tightly, I smile to myself. The feel of his heart beating against my ear is mesmerizing. I let my eyes fall shut when he takes one of my hands and presses his lips to it.
"Can we take it slow, Matthew?" he whispers. "I want to do this right."
When I look into his eyes my breath hitches in my throat. They're still shining, and my heart is still pounding.
"I'd like that," I reply without hesitation. I lean up for one more sweet kiss, then rest my head on his chest again.
He's still holding my hand tightly as I fall asleep in his arms.
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